The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1887-10-21

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ter Phelps, Mr. Henry GEoheE W. oHihDS'
Irving, Sir Theodore Martin, Lord Ronald
Gowen, Lord Delaware, Sir Francis Conliffe
Owen and the mayors of Worcester. Litch-
field, Coventry, Warwick and Lean
ington. At noon all these, with
many other visitors, assembled at the
town hail, and with the mayor and mem
bers OF the corporation, all attired in their
official robes, marched in procession to the
site OF the memorial The mayor opened
the proceedings and read letter from
James Russell Lowell, in which, after re-
GREETING his inability to be present, he
expresses the sentiment that common
language should be a bond of friendship
between England and America
Henry Irving was introduced and read
the following poem from Oliver Wendell
Holmes:
Welcome, thrice welcome is thy silvery
CLEAN,
Thou long-imprisoned streaml
Welcome the tlnkle of thy crystal beads
AS FLASHING raindrops to the f1owery meads,
AS summers breath to Avon's whispering
reedsl
From rock-walled channels, drowned in ray
less night
Leap forth to life and light;
Wake from the darkness of thy troubled
dream,
And greet with answering smile the morn
ing's beaml
"No purer lymph the white-limbed Naiad
Than from thy chalice flows;
Not the bright spring Of Afro's sunny shores,
Starry with spangles washed from golden
Ores
Nor CLASSY stream BIandusia's fountain
pours,
Nor wave translucent where Sabrna fair
Braids her loose-fowing hair,
Nor the swift current, stainless as it rose
Where chill ArYeiron steals from Alpine
SHOWS.
"Here shall the traveller stay his weary feet
To seek thy calm retreat;
Here at high noon the brown-armed reaper
rest;
the west,
Call the mute song-bird to his leafy nest,
Matron and maid shall chat the cares away
That brooded DER the day,
While flocking round them troops Of children
meet,
And all the arches ring with laughter sweet.
Here shall the steed, his patient life who
spends
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Hot from his thirsty tramp DER hill and
plain,
Plunge his red nostrils while the torturing
rein
Drops in loose loops beside his floating name;
Nor the poor brute that shares his masters
lot
Find his small needs forgot
Truest of humble, long-enduring friends,
Whose presence cheers, whose guardian
"Here lark and thrush and nightingale shall
sip,
And skimmng swallows dip,
And strange shy wanderers fold their lustrous
plumes
Fragrant from bowers that lent their sweet
perfumes
Where PRstum's rose or Persia's lilac
blooms;
Here from his clouds the eagle stoops to drink
At the full basins brink,
And whet his beak against its rounded lip,
His glossy feathers glistening as they drip.
Here shall the dreaming poet linger long,
Far from his listening throng-
Nor lutte nor Tyre his trembling hand shall
bring;
Here no frail Muse shall imp her crippled
wing,
No faltering minstrel strain his throat to singh
These hallowed echoes who shall dare to
claim
Whose tuneless voice would shame,
Whose jangling chords with Earring notes
would wrong
The nymphs that heard the Swan Of Avon's
song?
'What visions greet the pilgrims raptured
eyesl
What ghosts made real rise!
The dead return-they breathe-they live
again,
Joined by the host of Fancy's airy train,
Fresh from the springs of Shakespeare's
quickening brain!
The stream that slakes the souls diviner
thirst
Here found the sunbeams first;
Rich with his fame, not less shall memory
prize
The gracious gift that humber wants sun.
plies.
"O'er the wide waters reached the hand that
gave
To all this bounteous wave,
With health, and strength, and joyous beauty
fraught;
Blest be the generous pledge of friendship,
brought
From the far home of brothers love, I'M
bought
Long may fair Avon's fountain flow, enrolled
With storied shrines of old,
Castalia's spring, Eyer as dewy cave.
And Horebs rock the God of Israel clave!
Land of our Fathers, ocean makes us two,
But heart 10 heart is true!
Proud is your. towering daughter in the West,
Yet in her burn ng life-blood reign contest
Her mothers pulses beating in her breast
This holy fount whose rills from Heaven de-
scend.
Its gracious drops shall lend
Both foreheads bathed in that baptismal dew,
And love make one the old home and the new"
The guests and the corporation were after
ward given banquet in the town hall, at
which the mayor presided The Immortal
Memory of Shakespeare" was proposed by
Theodore Martin, and was received in rev.
erent silence. Lord Delaware gave the
president" and Mr.. Phelps responded
DEPRESSION IN THE COAL REGION.